Wow, honestly I never thought I'd be posting in here for awhile. Run Free Buster, Run Free.
Buster was my foster dog, he was 6-8 months old who I got on Monday. I don't want to go in depth the whole week saga, but this morning around 7:30 am he died in my arms as I was trying to take him to an e-vet. It was the most traumatic thing I think I have ever been through. I miss him so much. I truly loved him, and a part of me is thankful that he got to experience life outside of a kennel for 1 whole week. He knew the warmth of a loving, caring home and his last week was very comfortable. The other part of me, well I'm still in shock. As much as anyone can tell me I did everything right, still looking back I feel I could have done more. Maybe not, who knows.
And Callie, if you read this, THANK YOU for everything. I truly appreciate it.